Wee excerpt of The Wizard's Boy

I recently finished The Wizard's Boy and things are promising. Hope to share more details soon but in the meantime, here is the blurb I just finished writing for this story--btw, blurb writing is tough, sheesh. ^^

Sand is just looking for a hot night with two dominant lovers when he stumbles on Daniel, a scared kid clinging to his dog, lost on the streets. Sand offers Daniel a home. At first Daniel fries the wiring and sears holes through the roof, echoing the young mage's pain, but slowly he begins to feel safe and not so alone thanks to Sand's quiet understanding.

Years later Daniel works for Sand part time at his sensual night club Shifting Sand but he is a surly employee, hating the many men Sand surrounds himself with. After waiting to claim the beautiful submissive for so long, Daniel tricks Sand into being his. One night to use his power to bring Sand willingly to his knees and show the man he's loved from a distance that Daniel might be young but he's Sand's perfect master.

And here is a small excerpt from chapter two. This is NWS.

Breathless, hand clenched around his tumbler of whiskey, Sand watched his human friend Jeff Michaels slide from his seat at Shifting Sand to kneel at the feet of his master and lover, Jason Lane. Despite the crowd in the club, the faint beat of pulsing music coming from another room that vibrated pleasurably through the soles of the feet and into the balls, Jeff showed no self-consciousness at displaying his loving submission. He rubbed his face against Jason's leather clad legs like the kitten Jason sometimes called him before his hands opened Jason's murder-red colored pants and Jeff eagerly took the other man's erection into his mouth.

Sand could almost catch Jeff's needy sound as he pleased his man, could almost feel the hard floor under his feet and an aching cock that would go untouched unless his master allowed him to rut against him. Damn it, Jeff was a lucky man. He had everything that Sand had wanted for the long empty years of his existence--a master who put him on his knees and made him happy to be there.

Jason's head fell back as his hand gently caressed Jeff's blond hair, his lips parting as he enjoyed the attentions of his boy. He was always gentle with Jeff, except when his werewolf nature dominated. But Sand knew that Jeff enjoyed it, offered himself freely to his lover.

"Why don't you just go over and offer your services?" a voice growled from behind him as a fresh drink was slammed on Sand's table, successfully shattering the pleasant erotic spell.

"Ah, Daniel," Sand said, holding the young man's hot brown eyes which were a contrast to his pale silken blond hair. His skin held a trace of beard shadow but was otherwise smooth and tanned. Unlike the other servers in the club, Daniel was not wearing a loin cloth but jeans and a blue T-shirt which had paint splatters on it. Daniel liked working with his hands and spent his days in a woodworking studio, creating beautiful tables and chairs, chests and bed frames although he still helped out in the club sometimes, possibly because he felt he owed Sand. Sand couldn't be absolutely sure on that one—sharing wasn't something taciturn Daniel did much of.

"Trust you to add to the ambience."

"Fuck ambience," Daniel said, tilting his empty drink tray against one hip. He was slender but wiry, still built like a starved wolf though he towered over Sand now. "And fuck you."

Sand's pulse pounded in his throat. It was always this way with Daniel lately. He worked for Sand but increasingly he didn't like having to be subservient to him at the club.

"Nice," he said lightly, knowing it would get under Daniel's skin and he loved to do that, taunt him, ignoring the voice inside that told him he maybe wasn't wise to do it. Daniel was growing stronger by the day, a powerful mage who wiped tables and gave everyone who hit on him a get lost look from heavy-lidded eyes.

Except his boss, Sand. His eyes were hot and possessive whenever he looked at Sand and Sand could feel it even as he kept the younger man at a careful arm's length.

"You want nice, hire someone else," Daniel muttered. He hopped into the booth next to Sand, dropping the tray and rag and taking a sip of Sand's whiskey.

Sand's gaze went to Daniel's moist lips which looked ruby red under the light of a leather lamp shade from Morocco that lighted his table. He could imagine those lips around his cock, tormenting him with unbelievable skill while ordering Sand not to come. He cleared his throat. "You aren't off for another two minutes, ace," he said, keeping up their game and the pretense there was nothing more between them than employer and employee.

"I never really get off and do you want to know why?" Daniel asked.

"I have no idea, dear boy."

"I'm not your boy."

Shit, Daniel's eyes were almost like a touch, threatening as well as offering Sand the domination he craved. He seemed even more bad-tempered tonight than usual but Sand had been doing a lot of men lately and he knew Daniel didn't like it. He knew that Daniel wanted him under his hands in the stingy single bed where he slept in an apartment over the club.

"I'm celibate because I'm waiting for you."

Sand swallowed around a dry throat, fighting to keep his expression impassive. What was it about Daniel that got to him, right from the beginning? "Well, that puts it on the table."

Daniel snagged Sand's hand as he made to leave, his body running hot now so he needed to find some man, reasonably attractive, human or vampire, and get on his knees and suck him off. It would be enough the way he was feeling so he'd shoot from just the act of giving release to another man.

"I didn't say you could leave," Daniel said.

And Sand caught his breath at the feel of raw power shimmering around the young man like an electrical field.

"Control," he warned softly as the lights in the club flickered. "There are humans here with no idea of who we really are."

Daniel's jaw bunched. "Kiss me. Kiss my lips and I'll put a cap on the power I'm putting out."

"Blackmail."

"Whatever." There was a weary thread in Daniel's voice which touched Sand. He sounded as if he had slept badly the night before. Sand should know since he felt the same way. It was crazy, it had to be wrong, but his blood and bones told him that Daniel was somehow the man he'd searched for over the long years, that he needed to bond with him to finally be complete.

"All right, I'll give you your kiss." Sand agreed. He saw Daniel's pupils expand, almost as if he were one of the werewolves, a predator, instead of a young wizard and one of the rulers of their supernatural world.

"Put your hands behind your back," Daniel ordered, nuzzling him. When had he gotten so close? His breath was warm whiskey against Sand's skin. Without even thinking of it, Sand obeyed, even though he was usually careful who he was seen to submit to here at the club. It was important his powerful clientele respect him so he could maintain order.

"Perfect. You're so perfect like this. I've wanted this for so long." Daniel rewarded him by running a hand over Sand's crotch, touching him through his clothing.

Sand trembled and pushed himself deeper into Daniel's caress, unable to stop himself even though he knew he should not give into temptation. "Daniel, this is a bad idea," he whispered."It'll just hurt more when we stop."

"How can it hurt anymore than it does now?" Daniel asked. "I don't care about the fucking rules, Sand. I don't care if a wizard is forbidden to mate with anyone but another wizard. I've wanted you since I was fifteen." He squeezed more firmly, making Sand hurt, but hurt so good. His head fell back. He couldn't stop himself from surrender now that he'd allowed Daniel to finally touch him.